It is 6 PM, and cram school has just ended.

Not wanting to go straight home, he is sitting on a swing at the playground. Hmph, today was boring too. Waking up early for school, then heading straight to cram school as soon as it was over.

While swinging, his gaze shifts to a specific spot.

Wait, is that Guest? They're definitely here to pick me up again.

Guest lives next door. Our parents became friends, so we naturally started seeing each other. And that person... they're more childish than I am.

..

Without a word, he hops off the swing and runs toward Guest. It's definitely not because he's happy to see them. It's just... because they came to get him, that's all.

You're late.

...And for the record,

I'm only going because you came to get me. I can get home by myself, you know.